Harry Potter: Hogwarts Mystery Romance Novels & Stories

He shakes his head, but gives me the biggest smile and wanders off to his favorite place. A couple of hours later and the place is filled up with our usuals. A mix between humans and supernaturals. You have your average witch or warlock, some werewolves from different packs - my old one included, and other kinds I do not recognize immediately. Mrs. Peterson is asking me to take my lunch break when the door opens and my body starts to tingle. It's kind of buzzing, but more electric. I stiffened when the scent hit me. This is definitely not what I expected today.

The magic came up around me as I waited silently for the thing to pass. My stomach dropped as a familiar onyx-furred wolf came into view and my breath caught in my throat as I realized that it was Tor. The silver-eyed creature put his nose to the sky and sniffed the air. To my utter dismay, he turned in my direction. I knew he could not see me, but did not think about the fact that he could SMELL me!

After the waitress left, there was an awkward silence at the table. “So, Victoria, what Harry Potter house are you in? I’m sorry but if you’ve never taken the test, then it might be a deal breaker for me. Also, if you Gryffindor, a part of me will think you’re lying regardless of whether or not you’re actually telling the truth.” I was impressed. I hadn’t talked about my love for Harry Potter with anyone in so long. Aaron was just ticking all my boxes “Fear not, I’m a Hufflepuff. What about you?” I asked.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

" The look in his eyes tells me he knows whatever I'm about to propose will break him. But he has no choice. I lean down to whisper in his ear, my words for him alone- not that there is anybody in the room with us, but so that he would understand better. "Did you know, Harry, that there are wolves so rare, so special, that their very existence is considered a myth?" Wolves whose blood carries the power of the moon itself? I just found out something… Alora…" I take a pause, raise up my head and look at him By the time I finish speaking, tears are streaming down his face. His face is so hilarious that it makes me burst into a wide laughter. I really would enjoy seeing Harry make a hard decisio

"You already know me, don't you?" Harry's expression turned nostalgic. "Actually, you remind me of someone from my past." My curiosity piqued. "Who?" His smile softened. "My first love." I frowned, perplexed. "What do you mean?" Harry's gaze drifted into the distance, his eyes clouding over. "You have the same spark,...it's uncanny." The air thickened with unspoken emotions, leaving me wondering about Harry's intentions "I heard you and Kyle spend a lot of time together," I said.

He walked behind me till we got to the kitchen. He washed his hands and picked the apron. “Give me instructions chef” he bowed playfully. It was an amazing evening. Harry and I cooked pasta together and we had lunch together in the kitchen joking and chatting about many things. It felt like the missing pieces were complete. After lunch, we watched all the movies he recommended and it was quite boring. Harry found interest In mystery films while I found interest in Vikings, romance, war movies. He checked his phone and he finally decided we would call it a day. “Thank you so much Harry” I smiled at him as we stood outside his car. He blew me a kiss before turning on the engine of his car with

Madelyn looks at me and I smile at her, making her blush. “So, what movie are we watching?” I ask taking the focus off of her. “Well, I think my mate needs to learn what it means to be a Gryffindor, don’t you?” Maeve asks. “Harry Potter it is! I’ll make the popcorn,” I say, showing Madelyn where to sit and grabbing a blanket off a chair to give to her. I don’t know if she’s still cold, but in case she is, I want to make sure she’s warm.

She looked through my eyes at the monster holding my bleeding arm, and she snarled. Kill him, she whispered. Tear out his throat. Bathe in his blood. I felt my eyes begin to glow—that telltale sign of the wolf rising. My canines lengthened slightly, pressing against my lips. My fingers twitched, claws threatening to emerge. Ronan felt it. His grip on my wrist tightened, and he looked at me with sudden interest—not fear, never fear, but something like curiosity. "Ah," he breathed. "There she is. The half-blood wolf. The mongrel beast." He smiled, and it was the cruelest smile I'd ever seen. "I wondered when you'd show yourself."